Page 45 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“We can park at the hunting shed and get to the house through the tunnel,” I say, and everybody nods. Only the guys know about the tunnels, and now I’m glad I didn’t tell Marie about them even though I trusted her.

There are a million reasons why I love living out in the country, but having twenty-five acres of land is the best. My house sits off by itself even though it’s in a gated community. My house isn’t a mansion like the other houses out here. I wanted more land than house, but my place has things that no other house has. Safe rooms, security rooms, tunnels, and even my very own torture chamber.

And I have no idea why Christine and Raymond thought they could break into my house while my woman is there, but both will get an up close and personal introduction to the Stone dungeon.

From the time I got the alert until now, it’s only been ten minutes, but that could be a lifetime, especially since Roxy said Green needed my help. We slip into the shed under the cover of darkness, and I scan my palm, and the hidden door slides open.

“I owe Sawyer big time for these palm scanners.” I hear Wire say, but I ignore his ass.

He gets a hard-on for anything high-tech, and I don’t have the patience right now to argue with his ass.

We make our way quickly through the tunnel that comes out in the safe room of the house. When I open the door, the room is empty.

I pull out my bowie knife while everyone else pulls out their weapons of choice. We don’t know what we’ll be dealing with, but we won’t take any chances. In this room right now are some of the deadliest men in Texas, hell, maybe in the United States. Raymond, Christine, or whoever else is in my house won’t make it out alive.

When I make it to the kitchen, my heart drops to my stomach when I see Roxy lying with blood surrounding her body. Po Boy on top of her with a knife in his hands. My feet are moving before I can completely register what I’m seeing. I drop my bowie knife to the floor, and I tackle Po Boy.

The knife he was holding slips out of his hands as we hit the floor. I’m on top of him when I notice that he’s bleeding already. I’m going to make him bleed all over this damned kitchen. Po Boy is one dead motherfucker!

The darkness takes over my entire line of sight, and the only thing that will satisfy my thirst is Po Boy’s head on a platter. I punch him in his face, and his jaw breaks like it’s made of glass.

“You weak motherfucker! You stabbed my woman!” I continue to punch him until I feel his nose break. I want to break every bone in his damned face. I want his shit to look like silly putty when I’m done.

I normally like to use my knives or scalpels when I’m ready to bring death to a motherfucker, but today I’d rather use my hands. I wrap my large hands around Po Boy’s scrawny neck and choke him. I want to see the life leave his eyes.

He’s already half dead by the looks of him, and the measly attempts he makes to get my hands from around his throat are laughable.

“You disloyal pussy! You should’ve never been able to wear the Hellhounds patch!” I growl as I tighten my hands.

“Death! We need him alive.” I hear Rock’s voice through the fog, but they know not to touch me when I’m like this.

It takes a full minute for the fog to clear, but I reluctantly loosen my grip from around Po Boy’s neck. All I really want to do is snap it like a twig, but I let him go, and he drops to the floor with a loud thud.

“We need to get Green to the doctor!” Bishop hollers from the patio.

“And Roxy too. Her pulse is weak.” Wire says, but when he goes to pick her up, I take a menacing step toward him.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch her.” My voice is low and grating. I sound like a wild animal, but I don’t care. I don’t want anybody else touching Roxanne right now.

I pick her up, and her sweet clean scent and the metallic copper smell of blood surround me. She’s covered in blood and it looks bad. I press my hand to her stomach to keep pressure on the wound, as I rush out of the kitchen.

“We can take my truck. Put Green in the back. The keys are on the hook.” I shout out directions as I carry Roxy’s limp body to the garage.

Bishop and Black are carrying Green, and Rock grabs the keys, so he can drive.

“We’ll secure your house and look for Christine. Then, we’ll meet ya’ll at the clubhouse.” Ace says, and he and Wire disappear back inside.

Once we pile into my truck, I pray like I’ve never prayed before. I’ve dealt a lot of death in my life, but this one time, I don’t want death anywhere near me. Roxy and I just found each other, and I’ll never forgive myself if she dies.

I should’ve protected her. It’s my job to keep her safe, and I left her with someone else. And although I know Green is capable, I left him unprepared, and that’s my fault. It’s my fault that two people that I care about are lying unconscious right now.

I hope to God that Ace finds Christine’s trifling ass because she will wish that she’d never crossed me.But, mark my words… that bitch is dead!

We made it to the clubhouse even faster than we made it to my house. I’m surprised my pick-up could even go that fast. When we get there, Caesar is already waiting in our updated medical unit.

We used to have one room with a few medical supplies, but we’ve upgraded in the past few years. It helps that Wire is related to people who own a hospital. So the equipment we have is top-notch. And Caesar even got his medical license back. He still works for us, but it’s helpful that he’s a licensed physician again.

“Tasharie, we need to suture Roxy’s wound, and get an IV going on. She might need a transfusion too.” Caesar calls to his nurse.